This morning I woke up with memories in my ears. The click of falling fabric, preamble to some unexpected sex, and the frantic padding of dog feet from upstairs, ganged up to remind me of things long gone, and for the next few hours I'll be lonely.

For some reason, I watched all three Wild Things movies (who knew there were 3?) I think the next one should be 85 minutes of sexy slow motion swimming followed by 5 minutes of clingy wet see-through emerging from the pool.